يَا مَنْ نَأَتْ وَالرُّوحُ فِي إِثْرِهَا

هَائِمَةٌ مِنْ نَزَوَاتِ الأَلَمْ

O you whose spirit comes, while my soul follows,

Wandering in the throes of pain,

لا تَمْنَعِي الأَرْوَاحِ مِنْ قُبْلَةٍ

لَعَلَّ رُوحِي بَعْضُ تِلْكَ النَّسَمْ

Do not deny the spirits a kiss -

Perhaps my soul is one of those breaths.